The Hinds County P.D. were already there when Sweet and Bubba pulled up; talking to eye witnesses and taking notes. Getting out of the squad car an officer waved them over with his fingers.

"Sweet, go see what he knows. I'm gonna talk to the manager and look at the logs, I'll meet you in there."

"Yes Captain." Sweet walked over and they shook hands while the cop from Hinds County filled him in.

Bubba made his way into the private conference room and spoke with the manager. She told him that Lieutenant Jamison never came back down for the logs, and she waited for him as he was using her passcodes to access the drives. She didn't hear anything from him, nor did she see him leaving out the front entrance.

"I'll take a look at the logs after I look at Lieutenant Jamison room; can you take me there." It wasn't a question and the manager, still visibly shook up, nodded and lead him to the elevator. "Appreciate it Ma'am."

Bubba nudged the door open to Lonnie's room and stood by the table in the center of a sitting area. The vase had smashed on the ground and Zinnia's laid on top of the carpet, the water had already soaked through. There were reddish brown markings on the floor, and he bent down to see what they were; running his finger across one of the marks he brought it closer to his eyes. 'Blood'. Rubbing his fingers together he followed the marks until he saw a solid footprint half way between the table and the bedroom. There were half prints, and smudged foot prints leading out toward the hall. Lonnie's phone was on the floor by one of them, the screen was smashed and it was wet from the water. 'Might be something on this' Bubba picked it up and put it in his pocket, not wanting the crime unit to take it. He had a feeling it would be more useful to him than them. He stood up when he heard people in the hall, Sweet jogged in and stopped when he noticed the bloody footprints.

"What you got Sweet?"

"Looks like they pulled Lonnie down the stairs and out the fire exit. He was either knocked out or gagged 'cause no one heard any yelling coming from there. Witnesses said there was a car parked at the exit, a…" Sweet flipped through his notepad "…a Black Chevy Tahoe with New York plates. They didn't get the digits, but they said the tires were big, like abnormally big, and all black."

"Rims too?"

"Rims too, and a dark tint on all the windows, including the windshield – why past the A1 line."

"Well that ain't exactly legal now is it Sweet."

"No Sir, it isn't. I'll call it in and see what Parker can do with it, and give it to the Hinds County Captain too; see if it's made it into their system for something." He looked down to the carpet then back up at Bubba. "It that-"

"Blood. Yep, mostly Lonnie's I reckon, from his feet. He must have ran outdoors when they took her trying to get her. By the way these prints go, I'd say for sure he was dragged; whether he was unconscious or not remains to be seen. Must have been some pretty strong folks to pull Lonnie outta here."

The crime scene unit came in and began to unload their equipment, spreading out across the perimeter of the room.

Lonnie woke up tied to a chair with his bloody feet bound to the legs with thick rope. He could only see out of his left eye, and could feel his right eye swollen shut. There was something oozing down his face, and his bottom lip was bleeding and dripping on his grass stained jeans. He never got a chance to put on the clothes he laid out before they took him; he was shirtless and cold, it was damp.

He looked around trying to gage the room. It wasn't a basement, there were curtains across from him; even if the windows had been boarded or bricked up, they couldn't fit in a cellar. It was damp, so given it had windows it would be ground floor. Ground water soaking up the walls and pooling under the floorboards would make it feel like a basement even if it's not, so there was water nearby as well. There was a table in the corner with no chairs, and no view of any doors from where he was. A single bulb on a wire flickered on and off above his head.

Lonnie thought of her and his stomach sank. Sadness overcame him, then rage started to crawl up from his stomach.

"Frankie" He sighed, and spit out a clump of blood from his mouth. "Where are you?"

"Well she's right here Lieutenant, say hello!"

Lonnie's head snapped around and he saw a tall man with greased back hair in a suit holding Frankies limp body in front of him with both arms. She didn't move, she just hung there.

"FRANKIE!" Lonnie screamed and flailed around the chair trying desperately to loosen the rope and move. "GET YOUR FUCKIN' HANDS OFF HER!" He bounced the chair around shouting in frustration and panic - screaming bloody murder to the suited man holding has lady, who took her away from him. His stone cold demeanor gone, Lonnie shook with rage and hate, his emotions on full display. The man watched Lonnie with an amused grin on his face.

"You want my hands off her you say?" He shrugged "As you wish."

He threw Frankie on the floor and Lonnie heard a crack when she hit it, her body still and motionless.

"NO!" Lonnie struggled to break free from his binds, desperately needing to get to her, his heart breaking every minute he watched her still body on the floor.

"Allow me to introduce myself Lieutenant – Francesca knows me just as David. For your convenience, feel free to use the same name of course. Obviously not my real name, but why split hairs." He chucked to himself while wiping his suit off as if Frankie were dirty garbage. "I'll get right to it then - yes?" Lonnie's stare was murderous, his chest heaved with rage. 'I will kill you'. He thought. 'I will watch the life drain out of you, you sociopath. My hands will tightened around your neck until you don't move anymore.'

"I'll not bore you with the details of this sorted tale Lieutenant, what you need to know is this: Francesca belongs to me.

" .MINE."

David's face curled up into a snarl and the veins on the side of his head swelled and he backhanded Lonnie across the face, making the gash on his lip pour blood.

"I made it very clear what would happen if she disobeyed me. And she did. These are her pennants to me as an apology." He shrugged and walked around her on the floor, adjusting his tie and straightening it under the vest of his three piece suit, snuggly wrapped around his chest.

"What are you even talking about?" Lonnie could feel the man's insanity oozing from him, he was batshit crazy. He had to rethink his strategy. This man would do anything – anything and be fine with it; this made him extremely dangerous, and he couldn't risk him hurting Frankie more then he already had. He looked at her and panic gripped his insides, she still hadn't moved. He had to play this right.

"She is mine! All mine, yes she is, all mine…" David sang out loud and moved his arms as if conducting an orchestra. He knelt down and patted her hair like she was a dog, then ran his hand down and over her right cheek to her leg and back up. Lonnie's rage intensified as he watched this crazy bastard touch her. He swallowed it, for now.

"David, is Frankie alright? She hasn't moved."

"Francesca, Francesca!... Frankie is such a trashy version of the name. Class, Lieutenant…the world needs more of it, don't you agree?"

"Yes. Is Francesca okay?"

"Doubt it!" He broke into hysterics, laughing so hard he was bent over holding his side. "Oh you should see your face! It's absolutely priceless!" David continued laughing and Lonnie continued to turn his wrists against the ropes hard fibers. He could feel his skin peeling off as he twisted.

Noises came from outside and David abruptly stopped and cocked his head to the side listening. Rustling, started and stopped. Lonnie tried to gage if it was people or animals. David's eyes widened and he quickly left the room, and Lonnie shuffled the chair over to Frankie who was still on the floor.

"Frankie" Lonnie whispered "Frankie…can you hear me…Please.. Frank-"

"Lonnie don't react." His heart filled with relief; she was alive. Her voice raspy and wheezy when she spoke. "When he comes back keep calling my name like I'm out"

Frankie reached over his feet and began untying the thick rope. His movements had loosed it enough where she could get her fingers in the knots and pulled them apart so his feet could do the rest. She stretched her arms behind the chair and pulled at the rope, the knots were tighter and she fought to loosen them enough so he could yank his hands out. His wrist were torn apart. Footsteps came fast back to the room and Frankie laid back down and Lonnie called her name softly.

David walked in and he laughed, clasping his hands together. When he finally composed himself he strolled over to Lonnie and punched him in the face. His neck cracked back and popped, and blood ran from his nose, his chest heaved with hate and rage as he stared at David's petty face. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood off his hand.

"That's for sticking your dick in places it shouldn't be." He glared at Lonnie, then smiled as two men entered the room, weapons at their sides.

"Well Lieutenant, seems our time here is done – or, your time. I wish I could say it was a pleasure, but, it wasn't." He bent over so his mouth was close to Lonnie's ear before he spoke. "I will take her. I will put myself inside her and she will scream my name. She will love me – adore me, worship me, and serve me. Only me and-"

Shots went flying across the room and Frankie kicked one of the man's feet out and he fell into the other, firing his gun he grazed her leg and she winced, she hoofed the other in the crotch then kicked him in the face. Jumping up one of the men kicked out her foot and she went down hard. He pointed his gun at her and she curled into the fetal position with her arms over her head. Shots flew above her and she heard heavy thumps fall beside her and looked up. Marty and Tog stood at the threshold of the room with their weapons out, firing as more entered. Six Pack and Foley ran from behind them and jumped two others, using them as shields they fired relentlessly in the direction the bullets were coming from.

Shots flew past Lonnie's head and he tipped the chair over and it hit the floor hard. The back smashed off and he yanked his hands free. He pulled his feet loose and ran for Frankie. Tog slid Lonnie a gun, grabbing her he shot two of them point blank as he covered her with himself. Marty and Six Pack followed behind them firing at several coming down the stairs, and through the rooms beside the door. Foley shot ones coming up from the cellar and Tog fired at the ones leaning over the railing at the top of the stairs.

Lonnie saw David running for the Black SUV on the gravel driveway and the rage came, stronger than before, pouring into his body.

"Lonnie!-" Frankie called to him but he only saw David. 'I will take her...' 'I will put myself inside her…' The words ran through his head and he shook; fists balled up, he bolted to the vehicle. Marty slid Frankie a gun and they shot rounds at the SUV trying to cover him.

He pulled David down and rammed his fist into his face over and over and the cracks his knuckles made on his bones matched David's screaming. He had him by the lapels punching him and smashing his head off the gravel, red drops of blood turned into puddles as Lonnie bounced his head off the ground like a ball.

One of his men grabbed him from behind and knocked him into the SUV and punched his side. Lonnie rolled on the vehicle then turned and grabbed his shirt at the collar, hitting his face off the side like a battering ram until he flopped motionless to the ground. Another man shot through the back seat from the other side and Lonnie shot him in the head he dropped like a sack of meat.

Hind's County P.D. arrived sirens blaring. Bubba and Sweet were coming up the drive behind them, but Lonnie didn't hear a thing. The only thing he heard was the thudding of his heart in his chest and the crack of his jaw bone as he watched David crawling away on his elbows. He ran to him and flipped him over and punched him again. And again. And again.

Sweet slammed on the breaks and him and Bubba jumped out. Bubba saw Lonnie ponding on David with bodies on the ground around him. He knew he had been pushed over the edge, and they had to get to him. Fast.

"COME ON SWEET LONNIE'S GONNA KILL 'EM!"

When David looked into Lonnie's face fear bubbled inside him; he saw raw, primal, rage. Lonnie looked into his eyes and hit him with the handle of the gun, blood splattering over his face as he pounded him.

"THIS IS FOR TAKING HER!", again "THIS IS FOR HURTING HER!", again, "THIS IS FOR THINKING YOU CAN EVER FUCKIN' TOUCH MY LADY!", again "THIS IS FOR-" He was pulled off David and turned with his fists out yelling, almost punching Bubba and Sweet in the face. Sweet grabbed his other arm and they dragged him away with him still screaming at David, his face covered in blood.

"Lonnie! Lonnie! - you settle down now y'hear! Just settle down!" Bubba and Sweet fought to restrain him. "Lonnie!'

"Lieutenant that's enough!" Sweet yelled at him and struggled to hold him back. He had never seen the Lieutenant like this, let alone openly angry. He was way stronger than he looked, and both of them fought to keep him from lashing out.

The Hinds P.D. and OPS had rounded up what they thought were all shooters; most were in cuffs, the others dead on the ground. Frankie ran over to where Bubba and Sweet were still trying to restrain Lonnie.

"Lonnie!." He heard her voice. "Lonnie?" He stopped and looked at her. "Lonnie…" Frankie looked at him to make sure he was actually looking at her and not just staring still lost in rage. He calmed down slowly, and Bubba and Sweet let go of his arms cautiously. His hands went right to her.

"Are you-"

"Yeah, good. You need a hospital." She looked at his hands and they were a mess; open wounds, blood… she was sure some of his knuckles were broken. His feet were cut to shit, his stomach was bruised, his eye was swollen shut, his lip needed stiches and his nose maybe broken. She gently kissed the side of his lips that was somewhat unharmed. He loved her lips; she was like heaven.

Frankie had never seen that side of Lonnie, it was terrifying, but yet, she liked it. All that was because her - because another man touched her, took her away from him, hurt her…He was vicious, relentless, precise…and it was because she was his. She had to admit, even given the current circumstances, it turned her on.

Sweet looked back at them as he headed to the squad car with Bubba to get Lonnie a shirt, and see if they had any shoes for him. He was a mess. "I never saw him like that before – like crazy…"

"I did, once. Drifters went calling at the Grand Ladies house looking for cash or whatever else they could steal. They banged her up pretty good, her assistant too. Lonnie went nuts – not as crazy as this, but still…"

"See how he calmed right down when she came up? That's something else man..."

"Yeah Sweet, he's got it pretty bad I reckon. Love makes you do crazy stuff – no doubt"

"He sure does have it bad, and yeah, that was some crazy stuff"

Bullets flew through the air and Bubba and Sweet hit the ground and everyone ducked. They drew their weapons and moved back and forth trying to see anyone as they ran back to the police car for cover. A sharp shooter from Hind's P.D took out the gun men on the roof, and Six Pack, Foley, and Tog took to the stairs toward the roof to take down anymore that snuck up there.

"BUBBA!"

Frankie screamed and he ran over. Lonnie laid on the gravel with blood running out of his body. His eyes were rolling back in his head and his mouth was filling up with mucous and blood. Frankie held her hands over the bullet wound in his abdomen and it trickled through her fingers like a creek in the spring. Bubba rolled him over on his side so he wouldn't choke and Frankie pressed hard on the wound to try and stop the bleeding.

"I need more compression!" She yelled. Marty ran over and ripped off the plaid shirt wrapped around her waist and gave it to Frankie, who squished her now warm, red colored hands into him. Bubba yelled to Sweet to get a bus right now and knelt beside Lonnie, pushing on his abdomen with Frankie trying desperately to get the bleeding under control.

"This is Sargent Wilson Sweet I need an ambulance, Officer shot, excessive bleeding. I repeat Officer has been shot – Officer down!"